La Lido / Cadillacs and Carousels

by Storm the Palace

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Released with Abandoned Love Records
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released February 23, 2016

Recorded in 2015 at Chamber Studio, Edinburgh and The Palace, London
Engineering by Stephen Foster
Produced by Reuben Taylor and Sophie Dodds
Mastered by Reuben Taylor

Sophie Dodds: vocals, guitar
Reuben Taylor: piano, accordion
Gordon Webster: drums, percussion
Sam Wilkinson: bass
Pippa Murdie: mandolin, vocals

Also featuring -
Dan Simons: violin, vocals

Logo by Gonacas
Photography by Arnab Ghosal

Special thanks to Graeme Young, Sandra Djukic, Mark Turner and Roman Schoeneboom

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Track Name: La Lido
Today I have been drifting
maybe i've been dreaming
mostly i've been scheming
ways to get to you

So I will go walking
out amongst the buildings
maybe i'll go waltzing
waltz away from you

Or maybe i'll just sit here
maybe I will listen out
maybe I will sit and
sit and wait for you

So I go to the lido
and I dive to the bottom
and I hold my breath
for as long as I can
I go to the lido
'cause there's nothing misleading about lidos
as you already know

Maybe you've been faking
maybe I've been winging it
high above the buildings
for the birds-eye view

Maybe we've been wrestling
maybe it's a mess but
maybe there are times when
All this will make sense

[chorus]

White snow
red buses
brown roads
grey skies

Wet roads
white skyline
red snow and
brown eyes

Sometimes I find
there is space and there is time
and the bells begin to chime
a thousand bells reflect the light

[chorus etc.]
Track Name: Cadillacs and Carousels
I dreamt of a bookshop
I dreamt of the sea
I dreamt of a bus
that was waiting for me

I dreamt of a theatre
I dreamt of a bar
I dreamt of the hand
of Fatimah

I dreamt I fell backwards
into your arms
I awake and I fall
through a hole in the dark
to a boy in a cadillac
with a bicycle in the back

All the while I am stalled
on this 48 bus
on the road up ahead
is a horse-drawn hearse
and a boy at the bus stop
crossing himself

[instrumental]

I sought out the bookshop
I sought out the sea
I followed the signs
that I thought were left for me

I listened to widows
I listened to shells
I listened to all of the stories they tell
of a girl on a carousel
wishing herself free
to ride over that grey and honest sea